Wednesday, August 31, 2011

How You Doin'?

First, what t.v. show is my title from? Second, is it legal for me to use that as a title?

Okay, sorry. On with the show. I want to thank those of you that take the time to read and comment on my blog. I know by blog standards it's probably not that many, but I just took a look at the stats and by my standards, it's a lot. I've always loved writing, and as a child, I dreamed of being a writer. Unfortunately, I don't think my fiction writing is anything spectacular. I'm too analytical, and it always falls flat. So I think I'll stick with sometimes slightly exaggerated truth. (If you read my blog but have never commented, I'd love for you to give me a shout out and tell me who you are. Is shout out like so 1999?)

Our Dossier is in Bulgaria being translated, but the MOJ is asking that all new and recently submitted Dossiers get new medical letters so I'll be calling our doctor in the morning. Thankfully, we have a fabulous and supportive family doctor.

We're almost done with the second week of school (like how I rapidly change topics without transition?). It's taking us a little while to find our groove, but we're getting there. One of the things I love the most about teaching is also one of the things that I also find the hardest to deal with. I was going to say "hate" but that's not really correct. Anyway, it's getting all new students every year. I really have a huge love-hate relationship with this. I love a whole new set of kiddos to get to learn about and work with, but man, oh, man is it hard to let my other kids go. First of all, they're trained. Does that sound horrible? I'm sorry, but it's true. They know me. They know the routines, the rules, how to push my buttons, and so on. Second, I just miss them. And then before I know it they are in high school and driving and too cool for the likes of me, and you'll find me crying in the corner of the classroom. But I'll get used to my new kids, and they'll learn what makes my world go 'round, and I'll try my best to figure out what makes their worlds go 'round. Then just about the time we all have it down pat, it'll be time for them to move on, and we'll start the whole process over again. Such is the life of a teacher.

As far as three (almost four) year olds go, just about the time I think I've figured out what makes Andrew tick, he changes it all up on me. I guess that's a preschooler's perogative. Anyway, my little man is doing much better. His voice is less raspy, and he's breathing without any problems. I'm extremely thankful for that.

Well folks, we survived more than half of the week. Only two days to go, and then (hopefully for everyone) a three day weekend!

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